The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1887-05-27
DISAPPOINTED.

Hugh Beverley never meant to marry
He had been Of that way Of thinking for
ten years or more now, and he was at
present six-and-thirty.
His sister Mrs. Valentine. was
therefore quite safe in counting so
confidently upon his portion of the
Beverley property going TO her two
little boys, one of whom was his bach
elor uucle's codchild and fayori,e.
Hugh Beverley had no cGrinly objec-
ton to her thus counting. Only he
sometimes wished she would TO. make
her anticipations so visible. II would be
In better taste to veil them more.
However, poor Clara had always been
rather worldly. And with this reflection
Beverley folded that ladys last letter
and walked down the stairs Of the
little Tyrolean inn, where he was tenn
porarily stopping in his wanGerings,
and out upon the covered balcony,
which commanded view Of the quaint
ly picturesque village street.
He had been sitting there with a
meditative cigar some little time when
hurried footsteps reused him from
his reverie, and he saw a slender slip of
girl, very young, and looking very
frightened and white, hastily accost
the landlord and speak to him.
The man gave some reply, and the
girl turned quickly, almost running up
the street. Mine host sauntered into
the house and presently re-emerged.
a. A bad businesS-a bad businesSr
shaking his head. That lady Is
very ILL.,"
THE mother OF that young girl?"
asked Beverley, putting two and two
together.
.' Yes; they've been here some weeks.
Tho mothers been going rapidly. Bad
business-bad businessl Tie girl, poor
thiugi did not seem to fear anything
serious. Guess there isn't much money,
either" concluded the man, evidently on
his own interests intent.
" Who are they-Americans:" queried
Beverley
I.~;thev We're countrywomen of his,
or. rather the young girl vas. for in the
course ut the night. very suddenly, the
mother, whose name was registered
upon min. hosts books, '' Mrs. Robert
Noncnor. N"u York" passed away. Ieav-
ing her daughter alone.
Beverley lid no, learn of the death
until the next morning.
He Wa- leaving his room when, in the
hall. hr ceU'e upon the landlord and his
wife, talking ia slightly lowered voIccs
and with Expressive shrugs of the
shoulder
ueirEhoring door stood open, and
a stark form covered with d sheet
within, told the tale. Near me bed sat
the young girl Of esterdaE-motion-
less. with clasPed hands and 4 rigid
face.
There's no money to do anything
with, said the landlord, with another
shruE of the shoulders, 10 Beverley.
e Good heavens - the latter stood ap-
palled; don't let that stand in the
way. III do anything that is TO be
done"
The landlord made a sign TO the
girl inside the room, and before Bever-
ley could divine his purpose. she stood
before them.
This gentleman says he will pay
everything for you" announced the
man; " there's something left on the
bill, too" he added in lower tone.
Beverley looked at the girl with a
sudden deep pity. She stood tall and
straight in her shabby black dress.
Thank you, she said. No muscle oi
ber face moved.
Poor childi She is stunned"
thought Beverley.
On the next day all that was mortal of
Mrs Nentnor was laid to rest in the
little Cr.veyard with its fantastic Iron
crosses ami Srotesque beaded wreaths
hanging on the same, at the end of the
village street, thousands of miles from
her native land.
The slender girl, who now turned
away from the new-made mound. had
genteel poverty ever since she had
grown from childhood into womanhood.
She had not spoken a word as she
walked back 10 the house, and Beverley
knew not how to broach the question
OF her plans and movements for the
future.
AT length he spoke to the landlady:
- You must rouse her from her Ieth-
argy. A young girl like that can't stay
on here alone in this strange inn. You
must ask her whether she has no friends
TO whom she can write and whom she
Gun acquaint with her condition"
But when the girl was spoken TO she
answered: No. There is no one
no one"
Beverley went out upon the balcony
and smoked another medftative cigar,
in sight OF the blue Tyroiean hills, and
came to a decisiop.
Clara Valentine was living In Paris
since her husbands death, and she had
the means TO give this girl home.
No sooner thought OF than done
Beverley had himself announced to Miss
Ventnor, and in few kind words offered
her his sisters protection.
am going TO Paris myself to-mor-